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You know, I pray for everybody. Not just this one guy. But it breaks my heart that there are people who will burn in hell when they die. Even the jerks. Even the bullies. Why, Lord, why must they suffer forever? Why must this happen? Maybe they deserve it, maybe they’re blocking You out and they’re gonna pay for it, but must You put them through such pain? Couldn’t You save them?

I know He chose me. He chooses His people. We don’t choose Him. He handpicks us. And that comforts me that He has chosen me, but it also means there are millions of people out there He has not chosen and never will.

Because He did not choose them, does that mean they have to suffer? For all eternity? Isolated from every good thing? With no rest, no comfort, no trace of Him?

It tears my heart to pieces. And yes, I understand the logic of it, but the logic does not change the emotion. This tears my heart to PIECES. Why must you blind yourself? Don’t you see what you will pay for it? Don’t you see that there must be consequence for your actions?

And I get that it would be weird to give yourself to a God who seems to so many like a fairy tale, like a crutch for the weak.

But can I ask you this? So you say God does not exist.

What if you’re right?

Where is hope? Where will you go? Will your death be the end of all your existence? How can you believe that? What fills your emptiness? Do you have no comfort?

So God is a crutch for the weak.

Are you not weak? Are you so strong you need no crutch to lean on?

What love can you turn to? Other people’s? Other people die. Other people change their minds, their hearts. Other people sin, make mistakes, fall. They fall. They fall, and you cannot trust those who fall, can you? What happens when misfortune occurs? Where do you turn?

If you don’t open your eyes, you will suffer forever. With no goodness. No hope. Fire. Rage. Hatred. Sadness. How do you stand the possibility of that? Science cannot be proven. What when your world breaks to pieces? Where do you go? Who do you cry to? What when all your family dies? Who will you have? What when you die? What will come of your success? All you did won’t matter any longer once you die. What if your life here is terrible, and then you die and turn to nothing? Is that all the hope you have? That this life is it, so make the most of it. That’s the most depressing thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

So you blind yourself. You numb yourself. You are not experiencing life. You are experiencing death. Satan throws his lies your way, and you fall for them. And why? Because you have nothing to turn to! So you turn to Satan! Why don’t you just turn to God? God is all things good! GOD IS YOUR ONLY HOPE! GOD IS ALL YOU WILL EVER HAVE! AND YOU TURN YOUR FACE FROM HIM! WHERE IS YOUR COMFORT, TROUBLED SOUL? YOU HAVE NONE WITHOUT GOD! YOU HAVE NONE!

I beg you. I beg you on my knees. Take Him. Take His promise. Take His word. Take His love. His everlasting love that will not fail, not ever, will not ever change, will not make a mistake, not a single one. He loves you. He will love you forever. He will love you even as you burn in the pit of hell if you do not choose Him.

Can you even imagine how much it breaks His heart if it so breaks mine? Me, and my numbed, guilty conscience, even sees the sadness of your state. God sees the real picture, the clear vision. He sees your brokenness, your desperation, and He is knocking on Your heart and you are so blind and deaf you can’t even hear Him.

He is calling out your name to hear Him, to listen to Him. Can’t you see? Look. Just look. When you look, is it even possible to look away? He is so beautiful. So beautiful.

Let Him save you. He saved me. He swooped down upon me like an eagle and saved me. And how can I shut up about it? About this beauty?

Listen to me! Listen to Him!

I’m praying for two people in particular. As well as everybody, and for my strength to keep telling everybody I can about Him even if it they get angry and refuse to listen.

But one guy I know is so sweet. He’s just so sweet. I can’t stand to see him go to hell when he dies. I just can’t.

So I’m praying. With my face on the floor. I want him to get saved. With all of my heart. I need him to get saved, or I will not rest. I will not rest until he gets saved.